The problem posed by the six doors has been solved in a sense.

Danjun's father and son died, Si Wuwei died, and a bunch of green-clothed catchers didn't even have a chance to resist, so they were strangled by Liu Dutong's personal guards.

Damn it, it's all dead.

The one who didn't deserve to die, also died.

The purple-clothed catcher is indeed powerful, but it is still insignificant compared to Liu Dutong, who controls the Shenwei army.

This time, Liu Dutong brought his most elite troops, an elite that can only be compared to the fast catchers in Beijing, and it is natural to kill the green-clothed fast catchers.

They even felt that it was a misunderstanding at first, and they didn't dare to resist, so they honestly tied their hands and waited for the return of Lord Si Wuwei and Lord Danjun.

It can be said that the dragons have no leader.

Although Lu Yong felt that there was a problem, they would not have thought that Liu Dutong would be so bold.

They thought it was just a bit of a contradiction.

They think that even if there is a conflict, they will not directly kill people.

They thought that with the support of the purple-clothed catcher, the Shenwei Army would not be so bold.

So they all died.

Fate is cruel.

When it gives the final choice, if you choose the wrong answer, you will get the ultimate punishment.

There are a lot of fast catchers, and their strength is very strong.

With Chu Qianqiu's current strength, if he didn't escape, it would be extremely dangerous to fall into the big array formed by the fast catchers.

If they relied on the county government to resist, they would at least cause considerable damage to Liu Dutong's own soldiers, unless Liu Dutong did it himself.

But they didn't dare, they didn't expect to do this, so they were imprisoned and took soft tendon powder.

Therefore, Liu Dutong's personal soldiers effortlessly killed the elites of the six gates like chickens, and cut off their heads in the name of the Great Xia spies.

Watching his former colleagues die one by one, Sai Baogong was paralyzed in his seat and almost cried.

"It's bitter, it's bitter, and this official has done nothing bad."

"There is no corruption in the food money for disaster relief, I am afraid that something will happen."

"In this Shenwu Dynasty, it should be, and it should be considered a good official."

"Why did you receive such retribution?"

Compared with other peers, Sai Baogong has always felt that he is as white as a snow lotus.

He went to prostitution when he wanted a woman, and he also took care of the food when he launched forced labor, although he didn't care about the money.

When there is a famine, he will go to the big families to discuss and give some money to get things done.

Fahua Temple contributed some money, the Wang family contributed some money, the Yuanyang faction contributed a little more money, and the government contributed a little more money, not to mention saving people, at least there was no large-scale famine.

Isn't this official good enough?

No, other peers have forced the people to live.

This official has at least given him a way to live.

Buddha, if you want to punish, shouldn't they be in front?

Shouldn't I throw nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts and chop all our peers to death before it's my turn?

Sai Baogong, with his simple emotions and the idea of relying on his peers, felt that he was very wronged and that the Buddha was very unreasonable.

Unless all the guys who are more bastard than him are hacked to death, and when it is his turn, he will willingly accept the punishment.

But it's useless to complain about the Buddha.

Now he was on the big, dark ship.

After going on this boat, there is no chance to get down.

Either the Shenwei Army forced the court to surrender and earned a dragon merit for himself, or the Shenwei Army was exterminated, and he became a rebellious minister and thief, and he was killed without mercy.

It's so bitter.

Is it so easy to earn from the Dragon's Skill?

If you fail, you will not only kill your head, but also your whole family.

Thinking of this, Sai Baogong suddenly woke up and hurriedly wrote a letter.

begged Liu Dutong to let it rain far away

The family of the state has fled, and it is better to move to Bactria to live.

Liu Dutong naturally nodded and agreed, asked someone to help him write the letter, and sent one of his personal soldiers to deliver the letter and escort them to Lingzhou.

"The old man can understand the homesickness of the Sai people, and he will definitely reunite the Sai family."

Sai Baogong had no choice but to pat his chest and promise that he would obey the command.

Anyway, it is already ironclad and cannot be denied.

After appeasing Sai Baogong's homesickness, Liu Dutong summoned Chu Qianqiu and Abbot Juemi to talk to them.

"Now the squire has agreed to our plan."

"The Divine Mighty Army is united again."

"It's thanks to Hu's help."

"Don't worry, the squire won't be angry with you, he's not such a person."

Liu Dutong seemed to be in a good mood, and directly pulled the two to sit on the tea table and make tea for the two of them.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Huang is going to be angry."

"I'll just stand and let him beat him." Abbot Juemi was private, but he was more open than when there were more people, and the old man didn't call himself anymore, but looked hippie and smiling, a little back to the feeling of a group of people in their military camp back then.

"You, you, you're still that slippery head." Liu Dutong smiled dumbly, stretched out his dry fingers, and knocked on Abbot Juemi's head.

"What kind of tea do you want to drink?"

"Of course, it's the medicinal tea of the Medicine King Valley." Abbot Juemi was not polite at all, and asked for the best medicinal tea when he opened his mouth.

"It's gone, the last time I let the squire go, I took it to Xiaoxiao to drink."

"I don't have that anymore."

"There are only three kinds of Biluochun, Da Hong Pao, and Longjing before the rain, so let's make do with them first."

"Chiaki, what do you want to drink?" Liu Dutong took out three cans of tea and asked Chu Qianqiu with a smile.

"The elder gives, I dare not resign."

"I'm used to drinking all three kinds of tea." Chu Qianqiu said in a regular manner, he couldn't see through the strength of this Liu Dutong, but the intuition given by the sucking worm told him.

If he is a pool, then his father-in-law is almost a lake, then the Liu Dutong in front of him, not to mention the ocean, at least has to be a Caspian Sea.

The two sides are far apart, and they have no chance of winning in a real fight, so they can only try to use the time loop system.

"When you obey orders in battle, and when you are called to rush to the east, even if there are a hundred martial arts masters in front of you, you must also rush forward."

"When he is not fighting, the old man has never had a temper, and he will not have a greater temper than the hero."

Liu Dutong smiled like an old farmer working in the field, and his smile was very kind.

If he didn't have this set of armor, whoever saw him would have misunderstood that he was an old farmer in the field, not the capital of the Shenwei Army.

"It's good to be on the alert at all times, but you also have to pay attention to one by one."

"What tea we drink, Qianqiu, you decide."

Of course, Liu Dutong could see that Chu Qianqiu was mentally guarded, so he opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Thank you for your advice, then drink the big red robe, festive." Chu Qianqiu thought about it for a while, and then said, he didn't know much about the content of the tea ceremony, so he chose a name that sounded festive.

"Okay, that's the good guy in our army."

Liu Dutong nodded approvingly, skillfully brewed a pot of big red robes, and served them to the two of them.

The three of them took a sip together, and then they began to get to the point.

Liu Dutong said like an uncertain prophet:

"Xiaohu, don't talk yet."

The abbot of Juemi, who just wanted to speak, gamed his mouth, and made him have an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

Then Liu Dutong observed Chu Qianqiu with great interest, and said:

"Looking at Xiaohu's arrangement, do you want you to be Lao Gao's personal guard, like Yang Guang and Gu Rong, is it right?"

Chu Qianqiu nodded, he came to see Liu Dutong in addition to seeing this real

In addition to the big men who rule Lingzhou, there is also the idea of getting some benefits from him.

But the idea vanished at the first sight of him.

Such a powerful big man can take whatever he wants, and if he really calculates, it is easy to get into trouble.

"But the first time the old man saw you, he knew that you weren't fit to be the old man's guard."

"As for what suits you, let the old man see what you're really capable of, how about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Yang Guang."

"Your Excellency, please." A young general in silver armor and silver armor came running quickly.

"You fight, and the old man will know what you're suitable for."